Haiku Creations

Welcome to November, everyone! I had the opportunity to see the splendor of Fall in Boulder, Colorado this last weekend. A small group of nine dancers performed at the Macky Auditorium on Saturday night with four pieces, Tolstoy’s Waltz, Tarantella, Known by Heart Duet, and Like a Samba. Dancing at an elevation of 5,400 feet was a little bit of a challenge, but we all survived and the audience loved it. It was a very quick trip, there on Friday and back on Sunday.

On the plane ride home last night, as we were reflecting on our short time in the sunny, mountain city, we thought some poetry writing would be a good way to pass the time. The following haiku poems were written by four people (Anne, Brian, Javier, and Julia), each person writing one line without knowing what anybody else wrote, passing the paper around until we had amassed a collection of vignettes. We were quite surprised at how some of them turned out, so we thought we would share them with you. Enjoy!

thin fresh mountain air

flying upwards, deftly now

oxygen I breathe

the sheep with the star

stalls the creative process

swoosh powder flying

no one is alone

how did we get here from there?

where will we go now?

restless pattering

hot guy at gate forty-one

the hobo is rich

And, in fact, our second round was so amusing, we decided to present it as one massive haiku: